The Distant Clue
The train carried Dr. Elias Thorne northward, through the fading light of a late autumn afternoon, into a landscape that seemed to be slowly dissolving into the grey mist of the coming winter. He sat in a corner seat, his fingers wrapped tightly around a leather-bound notebook, his knuckles white against the dark cover, as if the object contained something volatile and dangerous. Outside the...
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